I slept on a boat and was in love with the sea
I was light, I was air, I was weightless.
But the sea has dried and my boat is a bed.
It is not my bed,
but I have made it, so I will lie in it.
It is a bed of broken glass, meticulously made.
It is not my bed,
but I have made it, so I will lie in it.
And I feel heavy
and I long for the days
when my bed was a boat
and I was in love with the sea.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
I slept on a boat and was in love with the sea
I was light, I was air, I was weightless.
But the sea has dried and my boat is a bed.
It is not my bed,
but I have made it, so I will lie in it.
It is a bed of broken glass, meticulously made.
It is not my bed,
but I have made it, so I will lie in it.
And I feel heavy
and I long for the days
when my bed was a boat
and I was in love with the sea.
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